“…like I was explaining last time, as a writer you never want to say more than you have to. It’s better to show what you want to get across than to just tell the reader everything. It’s similar to a movie with exposition; it’s more interesting to allow the viewer to draw their own conclusions and inferences about something than just spelling it out for them. If you look at page 187…” Professor K instructed from behind his computer. I was barely tuned in to the virtual class but I did my best to keep up with the important beats I knew he usually hit on. I was one of 17 small windows in the chat so I doubt anyone actually noticed my lack of enthusiasm. “Alright, I think we’re gonna call it for today. Everybody keep reading the chapter and complete the quiz for this week. Talk to you guys next time” Professor K added with a charming smile like he always did.

The sign off triggered one small window after another exiting the online class and I was usually one of the first to click out but I was too busy finishing my waffles. I put my plate in the sink and returned to the kitchen table, looking back at my computer to sign off when I noticed one window still active. It was my professor; it looked like he’d forgotten to actually turn off his camera, leaving just the two of us in the chat. “What is he doing…” I said under my breath with growing intrigue as I watched the bearded man relax from his teacher persona. I turned off my mic and quickly put a piece of tape over my webcam to make sure I wasn’t noticed, allowing me to watch what Professor K would do when he was just John, with no title or standards to worry about. I watched in suspense for nearly 5 minutes but all he did was answer emails and write a few things down. “Maybe I should just sign off” I decided as boredom welcomed my conscience back; that was until he sat back in the chair and propped his bare feet on the desk, casually crossing them at the ankle. “Holy shit…” My heart rate sped up and butterflies filled my stomach with a type of anxiety I hadn’t felt in years followed by a rush of adrenaline fueling my curiosity.

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me or I was hallucinating but when the image didn’t go away, I knew it was real. His feet were simply incredible with creamy, high arches between peach balls and heels for a stunning display atop the desk. I double checked that I wasn’t visible and moved closer to my laptop, zeroing in on my teacher’s unbelievable big feet with more focus than I’d given any class thus far. His long toes wiggled every few seconds and caressed each other while the lush sole of one massaged the pale top of the other foot, quickly filling my flannel pants with excitement. How did he not know he was still on? Did he always stay logged in and I just always clicked out too early to notice? Whatever the case, it was like a gift from the universe; secretly watching my studly professor’s private foot show kept me on edge in the best way possible. He soon took a call at the desk and switched feet so the right was now crossed over the left, giving me an even better look at what the brilliant man had to offer.

With every careless flex of his smooth toes my arousal grew, my attention locked onto the stunning sole facing the webcam. I could hear him talking about some golf game on the phone as if he really had no idea he was being watched, laughing and smiling every minute or so for a killer view from my computer. I knew it was wrong to keep watching; I’d die if he actually confronted me about it but I couldn’t pull myself away. If he’d put his feet down or even moved them out of frame then yeah, I probably would’ve stopped but he didn’t…the heavenly pair just sat right there on his desk while I indulged in secret. “Yeah, ok, yeah…talk to you later” he hung up after a few minutes with a lingering grin. I waited to see what he would do next, watching his right foot stretch a little and his rich sole wrinkle for a moment or two while he gathered a few papers on the desk. My dick throbbed against my thigh with escalating intensity at the glorious sight while John casually straightened up, unaware how powerful he was in that moment.

“Honey, we need to leave in 30 minutes” his wife called from the other room. “Alright” Professor K answered while reading over something. I waited in horny suspense to see if he would close his computer to get ready for whatever it was they were doing, watching the bearded man and his alluring feet until he stood up. “Shit” I said under my breath, expecting the show to end but to my surprise it didn’t. I could hear him putting on a pair of pants off screen and a minute or two later he sat back down in the chair, scrolling through his phone as if he knew it wouldn’t take him the whole 30 minutes to get dressed. My body remained tense and my eyes glued to the computer, waiting to see the meaty feet again and I got my wish moments later when he propped his feet back up on the desk. He’d put on a pair of the sheerest dress socks I’d ever seen, just a thin layer of navy blue covering his lickable soles like a treat just for me. Somehow his mature feet looked even hotter now sticking out of the dark blue pants, the socks perfectly outlining his juicy feet as every wiggle of his toes teased me a bit further.

Just a couple minutes later his computer made a noise, pulling his attention toward the screen and I froze, paralyzed with fear. “I could’ve sworn I unsubscribed from those emails…what the? Is my camera still on?” Professor K suddenly questioned with a confused look. I watched for another few seconds until I bailed, closing my computer to avoid being caught. “Shit…” was all I could say, still in disbelief but the stain on my pants proved how far the very real scene had gotten me. Thankfully nothing ever came of what he must’ve chalked up to a computer problem so I watched with the rest of my class as the semester continued, hoping Professor K would accidentally leave his camera going again but he didn’t. I fantasized about his commanding feet every day after seeing them in action; what they must smell like, how ticklish they were, how they’d feel in my hands, and if he actually knew somebody had been watching. “Alright, everybody. Nice job on the quizzes this week. Keep it up and I’ll talk to you soon” Professor K concluded one Thursday a few weeks later, prompting everyone to sign off one by one but I held out just in case. However, my wish came true when his camera didn’t turn off and I watched the 40 yr. old relax into the chair again, anxiously waiting to see if he would fulfill my new fantasy until he propped his handsome feet up again in the same crossed position.

I was already aroused at the promise of another private show but the sight of my favorite socks sealed the deal. This time he was sporting a pair of classic white Hanes, grey-toed ankle socks but they were only covering half of his feet. The bottom halves were shoved up so only his supple heels were flashing the camera and if that view wasn’t hot enough, I nearly fell over a few minutes later when he started pushing one sock off with his other socked toes until the sole facing the screen was completely bare. “Oh my God…he’s trying to kill me” I let out in awe of the hypnotic scene. “What…who said that?” Professor K asked, looking toward the computer as I realized I’d forgotten to turn off my mic. I practically slammed my computer shut and I’m sure the color drained from my face in panic, already thinking how to explain spying on my teacher until my phone sounded with an email moments later - “Not sure what happened with our web cams but I’d appreciate it if we just keep it between us. I’d hate for computer trouble or wearing dirty socks to affect anyone’s evaluation of my class! – Professor K.”